“I’m so full, I really shouldn’t have drunk too much.”
Ke Li put the empty KeRi Cola big bottle aside and burped.
“A fresh experience.
Not bad.”
Ke Ling savored the taste, thinking that cheap happiness wasn’t so bad either.
Yang Liuqing looked at the empty KeRi Cola bottle and had a sudden inspiration.
“Hey!
I’ve got a great idea!”
Hearing this, the two little ones turned to her and said in unison:
“What great idea?”
“A fill-up, the motorcycle’s out of gas.”
Yang Liuqing stared at the empty cola bottle.
“We can get gas even without going to a station.”
“Oh, a gas siphon!”
Ke Li made a witty remark.
“Master’s moral standards need to be lowered a bit.”
Ke Ling found it both amusing and exasperating.
She had thought it was actually a good idea.
Running out of gas had plenty of solutions.
For example, becoming a Grand Theft Auto.
“What we need to do is sneak away quietly.
No shooting.”
Yang Liuqing knew Ke Ling’s intention and slowly shook his head.
It wasn’t about morals.
He simply didn’t want to draw fire.
Huang Mao’s motorcycle still had value, and he couldn’t abandon it just yet.
“Besides, it’s not stealing gas.
I’ll leave money.”
Though he wouldn’t notify the owner.
“No problem, Master.
We’re requisitioning it.”
Ke Li offered another phrasing.
“As long as we pay, it’s fine.”
“2.5 liters probably won’t get us very far.
That bike’s a gas guzzler.”
Ke Li picked up the empty cola bottle, turned it upside down, and shook it, letting out the last few drops.
“With the spare gas left in the tank, we can manage several dozen kilometers.”
Yang Liuqing didn’t plan to go far anyway.
The West District Street was currently in a lockdown state; there was no way to escape.
All he needed was to stall the enemy long enough to burn some time.
“That makes sense.”
Ke Li set the empty bottle aside.
“Next, let’s loot the treasure and see what we can use.”
“There might be guns and stuff.”
Yang Liuqing guessed.
“I bet a big bottle of KeRi Cola there are no guns.”
Ke Ling looked at Daoba.
“This guy doesn’t need guns.
There’s no reason for him to stash such things and add unnecessary risk.”
“Good point.
I’ll get you that KeRi Cola tomorrow.”
Yang Liuqing hoped to survive tonight.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t get to enjoy even cheap happiness.
“Xiao Qingqing, I found a case of machetes.”
Ke Ling rummaged through the boxes and found a pile of formidable blades.
Yang Liuqing had only seen such things in triad movies.
They were thicker and sharper than watermelon knives, and hacking someone with them was no joke.
“Pure scrap metal.”
He shook his head slightly, uninterested.
No matter how sharp, they couldn’t compare to his Big Sword.
And they were a hassle to carry.
“Master, I found a box of cash.”
Ke Ling pulled out a stack of red banknotes.
It looked to be about ten thousand.
Unlike the soft RMB with bank paper strips from last night, these notes were bound with rubber bands.
“Most likely dirty money.”
Yang Liuqing glanced at the drawer Ke Ling had opened, which was stuffed with stacks of bills.
“Not even using a safe.
That’s pretty careless.”
“That means this is just a drop in the bucket.”
Ke Li’s words hit close to the truth.
The money in the office, not recorded in the books, was obviously shady—and there was plenty more.
After a little more searching, they found several drawers full.
In addition, there was a large safe.
Ke Li sliced through it with a single swing of her sword energy.
Inside were piles of documents, luxury watches, gold bars, and a thin laptop.
“Wow, the village really does hand out gold bars.”
The little girl put on an exaggeratedly excited act.
It would be strange if Yang Liuqing wasn’t interested in such worldly goods.
How could he pass up such a fine tradition as robbing the rich to help the poor?
Unfortunately, he was on the run and couldn’t carry much.
He’d let it go this time.
More than those mundane items, his attention was on the thin laptop.
“Could it contain evidence of Daoba’s crimes?”
“Very likely.
Why else would a laptop be stored in a safe?”
Ke Ling took it out and handed it to Yang Liuqing.
“It still has power.”
Yang Liuqing opened the laptop and pressed the power button; the indicator light immediately came on.
Soon, the system loading screen appeared.
“There’ll be a password.”
No sooner had Ke Li spoken than a password prompt appeared.
“Called it.”
“Lucky I have a bunch of passwords on my phone.”
Yang Liuqing had already set his phone to no password, so he unlocked it with a swipe.
Within seconds, he found the laptop’s password.
He entered it, but it showed an error.
“Could it require fingerprint recognition?”
Seeing that Yang Liuqing couldn’t get in with different passwords, Ke Ling looked at Daoba and suggested.
“Yeah, let’s try.”
Yang Liuqing glanced at the laptop; it did have a fingerprint scanner.
“It unlocked.”
After just two touches with the man’s right index finger, the screen unlocked and entered the system desktop.
The three searched through the contents, and sure enough, the laptop was full of evidence of Daoba’s crimes.
All the charges combined would get him at least five hundred years.
“The main purpose is to launder dirty money for Ba Ye.”
“This guy even owns a film company.
No wonder.”
Yang Liuqing had long heard that rich people liked to make movies and run online games to clean black money.
Seeing it today was truly an eye-opener.
The methods were various, far more than he knew.
Among them was a trick of using a popular novel website to boost rankings and get cash back, laundering bit by bit.
Individually it seemed small, but accumulated it was terrifying.
With enough accounts, you could wash away the future.
“Handing this data to the local Law Enforcement Bureau probably won’t do much.”
Daoba thrived here thanks to Ba Ye’s umbrella.
If he handed the evidence to the people on their payroll, it would definitely vanish without a trace.
“To take revenge on Ba Ye, this data is essential.”
Ke Ling suggested taking it.
“Yeah, remove the hard drive and take it with us.”
Yang Liuqing nodded slightly.
If he survived tonight, he was definitely going to get back at that so-called Ba Ye.